I'm Liz Sauer and this is Ghosts in the Birds, a podcast of ghost stories from Wellesley

Massachusetts.

A warning, adults who use adult language told me these frightening tales, these ghost

stories aren't for kids.

Hello all.

This week a special thank you goes to Ms. Wendy Frattado for supporting the podcast on

Patreon.

Remember to listen to the very end of the podcast.

Most episodes include the short frightening tales of listener supporters.

This week we'll learn of Jane Tisdale's terror, though I did warn her against donating.

Finally, a big thank you goes to Lindsay Deerden, whose name we'll use to conceal the

identity of this week's haunted neighbor.

Round to go story number 27.

Lindsay.

Must we document every conversation that he asked, sign?

Yes, I replied, dumping two sugar packets into my coffee.

She watched me for a moment and said, it's not a voodoo doll.

A tightness that I'd been carrying in the space between my neck and shoulders relaxed

and an infinitesimal amount.

Picking up my coffee cup I asked, then what the hell is it?

Just a painted doll.

This woman I know for my past life, she sort of fancies herself as an expert on hudu.

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